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Let’s keep it real. If I were a hard-nosed space general, I would absolutely spend my free time lounging with feathered hair in a wizard robe. If this picture were scratch and sniff, it totally would smell like patchouli.

That caption made me laugh out loud too – it conjures this strong crossdresser vibe, like: when the grizzled General Nelson returns to her personal quarters, she carefully locks the door, puts on an evening gown and high heels, applies makeup, and then just….sits around, looking pretty. And then gets cleaned up and hides everything away, so that no one finds out her secret shame. It gives me a hilarious mental image of Scavina hurriedly scrubbing her lipstick off and kicking her strappy heels under the bed when someone comes to the door.